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Lyricist: Triple One
Lyrics:
Got tracks on tracks, yea that's wax on wax Her man be sad I broke that back in, and made it clap Try act and sling 'em packs now, we know it's wack now Lil' rappers jump on tracks, but can't make a stack now People talk I here there mumbling, feel like chundering And if these subjects try to violate, I'll raise the crime rate These posers all up in the background, they need a smackdown They cannot fuck with what I'm building, I'll reach the ceiling
Bitch, I crashed my car again I just fell in love with a I lost my heart again I don't want a part of it I keep all those daggers in my chest just like a cardigan This life feel like a game I side lined that life for the fame Now all these dames know my name I'm just tryna charter Get a plane out to Bahamas, B
Cold hearted lover, I could never do wrong High waist, pretty face and a cute thong I take her pride for a ride, I live it long for the night But she the type to scar, baby, do no harm please
See me clean walking past in my new Prada lenses Super cala fragilistic, Marty might send it Goons all around me and they do whatever I do Say I wanna light and they spark it just for shits too
This life feel like a game I side lined that life for the fame Now all these dames know my name I'm just tryna charter Get a plane out to Bahamas, B
I rock mullets and people Her pussy tight from the kegels When I'm inside I see Jesus, I'm tryna die 'cause it's lethal 'Cause that shit's kinder surprise I pedestal on that pussy My whole life is a lie And I dress it in jewelry Lessgo We don't really like that shit We don't really like that shit I just get payed to do it Are you really that stupid? I'm a negative creep I roll with sinners and freaks I'm just sick of this generic rap shit
My eyes got stuck to dat booty Flutter them eyes, you a cutie Sit on back with that oowweee Spend a minimum band on that juicy I had more screen time them lube mobil Everything you heard 'bout Little Marty is real Sit on my lap, you might need the pill 'Cause when I bust back I bust to kill Jump on set then I get that check Hop off stage then I get that neck This baby face make a big man kneel Whole team gets lit when we crack that seal Plus 10 on the door list, role real deep like some Mormons Stay scaley, not porous And you can get sorted, my fit is so flawless Still you can get jawed I got little money if that shit is jumpy If it's stepped on get steppin' for real Just like Costa Nostra keep this face on posters Know roasters you best keep it chill We don't dilly dally, there's no Jack and Sally Still see silly fellas, getting cracked in allys And it's triple one up on the back and tally Keep steady pace when I captain Galleys Tsunami, shinobi I'm putting wings on a pony I'm putting rings on my homies I'm putting on for the place that I came from I'm getting drinks and I'm lonely
But that shits irrelevant I keep it hot like an element I'm taking shots and it's many, man I get salutes from the regiment I am the one and it's evident
I wouldn't wanna be my ex Probably never be my best I'm throwing hands with a chainsaw Too sick with this shit, take my chains off
Wouldn't wanna be my ex Probably never be my best I'm throwing hands with a chainsaw Too sick with this shit, ay Couldn't die from a full clip, ay
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